Mmmyep, I'm back again with the second half of August! And you really don't want to know how many times I rewrote this chapter. This chapter is inspired by the song: Coming Home by Ditty & Dirty Money ft. Skylar Grey.

Baby we've been living in sin,

Cause we've been really in love,

But we've been livin' as friends.

This chapter's for DrivingMishCrazy, because she loves the Daniel/Miles/Jin/Amy conspiracy as much as I do!

Living The Lie:

August 10,

1975.

It was ten o'clock at night and the four conspirators had already managed to coerce Juliet into the rec room and lock her inside. They had opted not to use the infirmary, just for the simple fact that somebody might have an emergency and need to use it. At least the rec room was closed at night unless a party was taking place.

"That was not easy," Miles muttered under his breath, rubbing his chest where Juliet had managed to elbow him.

"Well we couldn't have her banging on the doors or yelling, he'd know something was up," Daniel stated.

Jin was shaking his head. "We all are dead..."

Amy was giggling. "I can't believe you duct taped her to a chair..." she said to Miles and Jin.

Daniel smirked. "Alright, time for patient B," he stated, motioning for Amy to go.

Amy smiled and nodded, heading off towards the house. She had to compose herself outside the door before she gave a couple quick, urgent knocks. "Jim!"

Sawyer pulled the door open and stared at the worried look on Amy's face. "What's wrong, sunshine?" he questioned uncertainly.

"I'm not sure what to do, I mean... me and Juliet were in the rec room, but she fell, and it doesn't look good... and-" it all came out in a rush.

"She hurt?" he questioned quickly.

"Come on!" she stated, grabbing his hand and pulling him along. And he followed along so easily that she was proud of herself.

When she ushered him inside first, he wasn't really all that suspicious. But he was floored when he saw Juliet with duct tape around her arms and the back of the chair, and over her mouth. He saw the 'I can't believe you fell for it too' look. He turned immediately. "What the fu-" but the door was shut and the lock clicked on the other side. "ck. Son of a bitch." He kicked the door once before heading to Juliet and peeling the tape off her mouth slowly.

"I'm going to kill them," was the first words out of her mouth.

He smirked, slightly amused at her predicament. "I guess they had to get you first cause they didn't wanna try and tape me to a chair."

"Shut the hell up," she growled out.

"I could put the tape back on," he suggested.

She shot him a dirty look.

He put his hands up in mock surrender and starting pulling the tape off from around her. "What the hell is the point of this anyways?" he questioned.

"How should I know?" she retorted. "Amy just told me she needed my help to decorate the rec room, and next thing I know, Miles and Jin are duct taping me to this freaking chair and Daniel is muttering something about getting you next."

He arched an eyebrow up. "Well did you at least hit one of 'em?" he asked.

"Gave Miles a nice elbow to the chest, bet he couldn't breathe right after that," she stated with pride. "He was wheezing a bit as they left."

He let out a laugh immediately. "Served the son of a bitch right," he agreed.

"How'd they trick you?" she questioned. She tried not to get dizzy as he went round and round, undoing the duct tape.

"Amy came pounding on the door and said you got hurt."

She was momentarily stunned. "You were worried?" she asked after a minute or two of silence.

He finally managed to get the duct tape off and he helped her stand. He shrugged slightly, trying to make it seem like he wasn't all that worried.

Juliet smiled slightly in response. "Well thanks for the speedy rescue," she managed out wistfully. "I was afraid I'd be taped to that stupid chair for at least an hour before they came up with a clever way to get you here."

He chuckled at that. "Blondie, we got conned, well and good."

She snickered. "How long do you think we'll be stuck here?" she dared to ask.

"Hell if I know. They may never let us out, probably 'fraid that if they do, we'll kill 'em," he admitted with a smirk. "When we get out, I'll let ya' have first licks."

She laughed and shook her head. "Deal."

Sawyer thought about something for a minute. "Shiiit," he said with a grin. "The rec room's gotta kitchen in the back, right?" he asked her.

She nodded.

"Hell, I want some damned ice cream," he told her, heading towards the kitchen area.

She arched both her eyebrows up in response and followed behind him. "Why? Are you PMSing?" she joked.

He turned to her and held his thumb and pointer finger barely an inch apart. "Little bit," he stated with a grin.

Juliet laughed. "Yeah well, you have to go through the cooler to get to the freezer. Pass me the pickles along the way." She smirked when he emerged three minutes later with the pickles and ice cream. "Scratch PMS, suddenly you look rather pregnant."

Sawyer raised his eyebrow up. "Are you callin' me fat?"

She leaned her forehead down on the counter and her shoulders moved up and down with her silent laughter.

He grinned and placed the pickles down in front of her. "You ever catch me eatin' pickles and ice cream, you can put me in a straight jacket and lock me up with Ben's numbered bunnies."

"Aye aye, Captain," she stated with a mock salute as she yanked open the pickle jar and following him to the table, taking a seat beside him.

"So really," Sawyer said with a mouthful of ice cream. "Why would they lock us in here?"

She simply shrugged, pickle in hand. "I guess we're supposed to reveal our deep dark feelings for each other and then have some really passionate sex to make up for lost time," she told him with a straight face.

He paled instantly and choked on the ice cream.

She gave him a small smile. "Kidding."

"I think I just heard them mention sex!" came Miles' voice from outside.

"I didn't think it would work so fast!" came Daniel's excited words after that.

"YES!" that was from an overly excited female. They assumed it was likely Amy.

"We go now?" came from a slightly uncomfortable Jin.

Sawyer and Juliet looked at each other, both looking somewhat disturbed.

"Or not?" Juliet offered, looking away from him quickly.

They sat in an awkward silence after the footsteps trailed away from the rec room, neither one daring to look at the other except for the occasional glance.

Juliet was the first one to break the silence. "Pickle?" she offered, holding one out to him.

Sawyer's mouth twitched into a grin almost immediately. "Nice ice breaker," he admitted, taking the pickle and shoving the ice cream aside. "Tickle my pickle?" he asked her, winking and nodding his head at the window.

Still, regardless of the fact she knew why he said it, she couldn't stop the stunned reaction from crossing her face.

"Holy shit, I'm out of here," cames Miles' disturbed voice.

And two more pairs of feet ran off.

He smirked.

She still looked relatively astonished.

He put the pickle back in the jar.

"That's sanitary," she stated, putting the lid back on the jar and pushing it aside.

Sawyer shrugged and once again they went back to an awkward silence.

Finally she just laid her head down on her arms and closed her eyes. It was late, she was tired, and this was just too damned weird.

He frowned. He could just tell her, right? That maybe those 'deep dark feelings' she'd joked about weren't really a joke to him? That he felt something? He just couldn't blurt it out like that now. If he did, she'd likely go banging on the door and yell for help. Instead he just followed in her actions, resting his head on the table. He heard her sharp intake of breath.

"What if..." came her quiet voice. She paused momentarily.

He almost wanted to beg her to say it. He held back though. As if she would ever really have feelings for him, he thought with a roll of his eyes at himself.

"I mean... you know, metaphorically speaking, what if they were right?" came from her mouth.

He was floored. "What?"

"What?" she repeated instantly, like a parrot. "Oh... um, nothing, I mean... nevermind." And she kept her face covered with her arms, if only to hide the embarrassment. "It was just, you know... metaphorical."

"Right..." he muttered out in agreement. And for a moment they both looked at each other as they raised their heads from the table. "Cause metaphorically or whatever, if we had those 'deep dark feeling', we'd be-" he was cut off and stunned beyond belief, when her lips met his.

She was about to pull away when he suddenly reacted, his hand at the back of her head and urging her nearly on top of his lap with the other hand. Now he was seated in his chair and she was leaning over him, gripping the lapels of his shirt. She got a hold of herself a moment later and pulled back.

"Doin' that..." he finished the earlier statement as he opened his eyes and looked at her. He was equally as silent as her now as they both studied each other with uncertainty.

She sat back down in the chair beside him and twiddled her thumbs, averting her eyes to her hands.

"Juliet-"

Once again Sawyer was cut off when someone stepped into the kitchen. "Amy told me what the four of them did, I figured I ought to let you two out of here..." came Horace's voice as the man wandered in, completely oblivious to the awkward stares between the two.

Juliet was the first to look at Horace. She gave him a small smile and stood. "Thanks Horace," she stated gratefully before hastily taking her leave.

Sawyer watched as she did so and frowned. He sighed and leaned back in the chair because damn, she'd kissed him, and he'd be damned, but he'd really enjoyed that.

"You alright, Jim?" Horace questioned, staring at him curiously.

"Women are confusin', H," he admitted to his boss.

Horace chuckled. "That they are," he agreed.

August 11,

1975.

Sawyer waited for her to get up in the morning. By the time he'd followed her to the house last night, she'd already managed to lock herself tightly into her room. So he sat in the living room, determined to talk to her when she finally came out. It was already well past ten in the morning and the blonde had yet to reveal herself. He locked eyes with her ten minutes later when she came to the end of the hall and reached the living room. He was about to speak when she spoke first.

"I know, I know," she stated, putting her hands in the air halfheartedly. "It was a mistake," she muttered before wandering into the kitchen.

He frowned momentarily in response to that. Was that what she thought, or was that what she assumed he was thinking? He stood up and followed after her into the kitchen, leaning in the doorway. "I wasn't gonna say that."

She turned her head from the open cabinet, tilting her head at him and narrowing her eyes with clear disbelief.

The disbelief in her eyes was disconcerting to say the least and just a little bit insulting. "Fine, believe what you want, Blondie."

Juliet watched him walk away and this time she shut the cabinet and followed him. "Well it's not like you had anything to say about it before now!" she called after him.

He turned and gave her a look of annoyance. "If you didn't freak out and go runnin' off like a bat outta hell when things get a little too personal, maybe I could've!" he growled back at her.

"As if you're any better?" she threw back at him. They were practically nose to nose now. "It's not like you followed after me. I waited here and you didn't show up for another twenty minutes! I wasn't having this stupid conversation in front of Horace!"

Sawyer felt a little stupid after that. He had waited quite a bit before he'd come back. "So what? You think it was a stupid mistake?"

She stepped back and ran her hands over her face in frustration. "I didn't say that! You're putting words in my mouth."

"First thing you said this mornin', it was a mistake, now it's a stupid conversation, therefore, ya' think it was all a stupid mistake," he told her. "Think that's an easy conclusion!"

She swore her eye was going to start twitching. "I don't even know why I care about you, when all you do is frustrate me beyond belief!"

If he hadn't been so mad, he would have noticed the first part of that statement rather than the second part. "It ain't like dealing with you is all sunshine and glory, darlin'!"

"Go choke on it, James," she told him as she turned on her heel and went out the door, past a stunned Jin who had clearly heard the entire argument.

Jin stared at Sawyer and stepped into the house. "Jim..."

"What?" he growled out.

He nearly flinched. "My English, not so good... but Juliet just said she cared about you, yes?"

He paused, went back over the fight. Jin was right...

"I don't even know why I care about you..."

"Son of a bitch..." he muttered, sitting down on the couch and covering his face with his hands. She had snaked the statement in there and he'd been too pissed off to notice.

Jin rolled his eyes. "You need to follow her, not sit around again, go go!" he told the other man, shoving him to his feet.

"Right," he mumbled, and went out the door after the blonde. He caught up to her quickly and he did his best to ignore her ramblings to herself about what an ass he was. "Hey, wait a sec'," he stated, grabbing her hand.

"For crying out loud, James!" she moaned out in frustration, pulling her hand from his and shoving him slightly away from her. "Can't I get five minutes before we start insulting each other again?"

He shifted awkwardly in response to the shove, because he'd obviously pissed her off that much. "I'm sorry.." he muttered out. "I just, ya' know... I care about ya' too."

The angered simmered down from its boil and she stared at him in a stunned silence.

This time he took the initiative and he leaned down, catching her lips with his own. He pulled back before giving her time to respond to it. "I do... I swear, just that I don't do this shit very well..."

She arched an eyebrow up. "So this is shit?" she retorted.

He frowned. "What? No!" he groaned out. "That's not what I mea-"

Juliet smiled and rested her hand on his chest gently. "Relax Sparky, I was kidding..." she informed him. "That was just so you knew how I felt back there."

He chuckled nervously.

"What are we doing about, this, James?" she asked him uncertainly, gesturing between the two of them.

He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. "I don't know..." he told her. "I ain't even sure what 'this' is..." he admitted.

She gave him a sad smile. "Let me know when you figure it out then," she informed him before heading towards the motor pool.

You guys will get a third part to this month, haha... It's taking me a bit to get through 'this' as Sawyer and Juliet like to put it. But if I finally put this up, that means I can stop erasing it and rewriting it! Hah. (Believe me, there were a lot of versions! Some of which included nothing happening between them at all! You guys would have killed me!)